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Alright, so I had the weirdest moment of my day a few hours ago. Okay maybe not the weirdest moment. It ties with when I starting laughing in the middle of Chemistry class over Puruglies and when Matt Tymos called me, "Honey," in Band. (I think if I get him as my #1 in my matchmakers again, it's meant to be. I hope he's not reading this right now.......) Anyways.

My dad has developed this annoying habit of forgetting me. I mean, it's not like I mind waiting or taking transit. I'm not a princess like Oscar, but how good can you feel when your dad goes, ".... OH RIGHT. Youuuu.... You can just... Sit in the foodcourt and wait for me to finish my meeting." At least pretend you remembered me and feign some sort of emergency to make me feel better, dad. So I'm sitting in the car all "DON'T TALK TO ME. YOU FORGOT ME," and my dad goes, "Get used to it. You're gonna marry me someday." And in my head I'm like, "... What the?" (My dad also has the tendancy to say things like that out of the blue and not explain himself until it's beyond awkward.) He goes on saying how much I'm like my mom and points out patterns with women in our family. Like how Auntie Irene is so much more 犀利 (In English that'd mean... intense/amazing?) than Uncle Peter, and how Tiff's mom is HECKA 犀利. They all married the more logical-thinking sort of guys. Obviously, I was very flattered, because I'm basically the opposite of 犀利. I said, "Dad, you think I'm 犀利?!" And he was like, "... Of course not." I just got shot down by my own dad, but that's not the point.

People DO say you end up marrying your dad. I don't know though. Honestly, I think I'm more on my dad's side of the geeky spectrum. I always want to be more like my mom, because she's about 10 notches cooler than me. Maybe I'm claiming nerd-dom on myself so I won't have to face the inevitability of marrying my father. Maybe one day I'll be cool, 犀利, and marry... my dad. My future's looking a bit bleak right now. Uh, I'll let you guys know in about 20 years if the guy I marry is a computer engineer who secretly conducts symphonies in his office and would much rather stay at home playing Red Alert than go out and socialize, rather than the fair-haired, spontaneous song-writer who will serenade me on my wedding day. (HAHA, YEAH RIGHT.)

PS: I think my body is getting ready for winter hibernation. I've gained about 2490827057809 pounds from eating and sleeping excessively.